In the midst of pandemonium, I missed Write Club 2020. I am seriously bummed y’all. I had solicited and received feedback on my 2019 entries. All good stuff that I had planned to incorporate. But alas, the time has passed. I will be sure to be on the look out for 2021. Mental note to self, start checking in April/May. I’m going to go back to catch up with the fun frolics. Here is the link for anyone who would like to do that too.
Alrighty then. Time for another installment of what the Swedish Death clean has conjured up for me. Memories. Well duh?
The picture above was taken for a weekly newsletter. Look at all that paper on the walls and my desk would ya? Now I do almost everything online. When on the rare occasion that I need to write something down, because that is how my old brain really works the best, I have to hunt for paper and pen. Given the choice, I prefer the sleek streamlined way of handling things now. Still remnants remain like the online Post-Its which cover my desktop much the same way the paper Post-Its outlined my screen. The functionality continues to improve.
Not much more to say regarding the photo. Except maybe that I miss my friend. We parted ways in the late 80s/early 90s when she moved to the Norfolk office and I chose to stay in good ole SA. I always wondered what would have happened if I had taken that leap. I had an opportunity to relocate twice, once to Norfolk and then to Phoenix. The Norfolk office eventually closed. Phoenix of course is still going strong. Many people who migrated to Virginia lost jobs, moved to yet another location, or came back to SA. Many of those cohorts have otherwise moved on. Everything has changed.
Waxing philosophical, time to get my house in order for the next chapter. Once I figure it all out, I’ll be sure to release the hounds. Ta-ta for now.
As always, more to come.